*Farran deflects the creature's tail with his sword, cutting a deep gash in it*

Farran: You're right. You're much clumsier.

*Ravan stabs the creature*

Farran: You're also pretty stupid.

*Farran suddenly senses something*

Oh...no...

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*Not very far away, a sleek, large, black and red ship lands near the smoking Cantina. Three figures exit. They are tall and wear masks completely covering their faces. Around their eyes is the distinctive ax-blade mark of the Blades. They carry long swords. The locals scatter from their path as they walk down the street, heading towards the hangar where Farran, Ravan, Kioet and Irvine were gathered*